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A Moment: A Short Story

Simon had always heard about just how beautiful Zion Canyon was, especially from the end of the Angel’s Landing trail which lead to a breathtaking view over the canyon. Now that he was there, he knew in his heart that his 50 day hike was worth it. At least, he assumed that’s about how long it would have taken if time had moved a single second. The hardest part about stopping time for this long is that it was so easy to lose track of just how long it had been for him since time had moved. No clocks or watches to keep track. No day or night. It was just him wandering across the world within that one single moment.

But what a moment it was. He paused to drink in the view from the top of the trail, even if he had all the time in the world to do so. The sun was setting, bathing the wall of the canyon in a warm glow. The trees that peppered the canyon walls reached up to the orange sky, adding touches of life to the hard rock that made the gorgeous structure. In the bed of the canyon, life exploded with greater abundance, with thousands of trees and even a small town settled along the river.

While the view provided Simon a sense of peace, he felt something underneath his foot. His instincts led him to move his foot to see what had disturbed his tranquility, finding a pebble. He tried to kick it off of the steep cliff face to watch it fall, only to see the pebble remain completely unmoved. Frozen in time, just like everything else.

What good is stopping time if you can’t change anything?

The question lingered over his thoughts like a vengeful specter. This so-called “superpower” of his was a joke. When he had heard of people stopping time in movies and comics, it usually had more utility than this. The superheroes could use the time-stopping to move from one place to another instantaneously, or to perform long and arduous tasks in the blink of an eye, or even to play some kind of prank. Simon couldn’t do any of that. Everything was completely frozen in place, and time could not continue until Simon returned to where he had begun.

At least he had chosen a good moment to pause time, with the gorgeous sunset rewarding his efforts. His mother had always told him how amazing the view was from atop Angel’s Landing, since she once hiked this trail when she was his age.

He sat down atop the rock to take it all in. He had all the time in the world, after all.

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Simon had been on plenty of nature hikes with his family when he was a child. While his father had passed away a few years ago, his mother continued to take him hiking in his stead. On almost every hike, she would say “Well the hike up is the tough part! Once you’ve seen the sights at the end, the hike back doesn’t even feel like a hike!” And while that was true for most hikes, walking all the way home from Utah to Boston still felt like a hike.

Just like the nature hikes, this trail known as “I-80” was full of wondrous sights, like the incredibly flat prairies that seemed to go on forever with nothing in sight except more highway and some power lines. However, in case he somehow got bored of stewing in his own thoughts, there were always gas stations. They weren’t exactly Niagara Falls in terms of majesty, but they were a break in the monotony, especially if he was lucky enough to catch them with the door open.

Somewhere in Iowa, he came across a cheap looking fuel stop with its door open, and decided to go check it out. After all, he had time.

The dim fluorescent lighting illuminated the small, cramped building. The fragrance of cheap corn dogs hit Simon’s nose like an unconvincing temptress, making him glad he didn’t have to eat to stay alive in frozen time. His eyes looked around to see what everyone was doing at this moment in time. The cashier was giving a customer change for a twenty, with Simon noticing that the cashier was accidentally giving the customer one too many dollar bills. The customer was paying for two bags of Funyuns, a bottle of grape soda, and a bottle of orange soda, all placed on the desk. Behind him was a young boy, who Simon couldn’t help but focus on. He was holding an ice cream cone, but the ice cream scoop was falling towards the floor.

Simon looked at the expression this kid wore on his face. It was a face of shock, surprise, pain, even grief that stared at the ice cream scoop as it fell victim to gravity. Obviously, this wasn’t going to ruin this kid’s life, but the look on the kid’s face at this precise moment told a different story. At this moment, the child felt more sorrow than could be put to words.

When Simon was walking to Zion Canyon, he had stopped here as well. He hated this child. Yes, it was a child, but someone feeling this much pain over something as trivial as ice cream sent him into a fit of rage.

Simon stared at the agony written on his face for a few minutes (or at least, a few minutes for him), and finally spoke for the first time that felt like months. “That sucks, what happened to your ice cream. I wish that I could use my power to stop this from happening to you. But I can’t.”

He crouched down, meeting the child at eye-level. “But it’s going to be okay. At this moment, you probably feel awful. But…time heals all wounds. Once I start time back up, your dad will probably offer to get you another one. Or at least, I hope he does. Until then, there’s nothing wrong with feelin’ bad over it. You just…can’t stay like that forever.”

After another few seconds, Simon sighed. “I gotta get back home. The sooner you get a new ice cream cone, the better.” He stood up, and left the store, continuing his long, long, long hike.

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Simon was finally home. The world around him had been frozen for what felt like months, and yet Simon still felt the knot in his stomach swell as he approached Tonio’s Pizzeria. It was always his favorite restaurant, since they always melted the cheese in their cheesy crusts just right. He and his mom had just finished their meal celebrating his acceptance letter into UMass Boston. The delightfully tacky exterior flooded its multi-colored neon lights all across the few available parking spaces in front of the building. Unfortunately, Simon and his mother couldn’t find any available parking in the front. After fighting the knot in his stomach, he walked behind the pizzeria to where they had ended up parking their car.

Unlike the front of the pizzeria, the parking lot out back was shrouded in darkness of nighttime. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, but next to one of the cars was a familiar sight that still managed to freeze Simon in place.

There stood two people. A masked man with a gun, holding it towards his mother. In the air between the two of them was a single bullet, directed straight for his mother’s head.

Before he had embarked on his expedition out west, Simon had spent a long time in this parking lot. He lost count of how many times he had tried to do something. He had tried moving the bullet. He had tried moving his mother. He had tried picking up something to throw at the bullet. He had tried punching and kicking the masked man. He had even tried moving himself between the bullet and his mother and resuming time. But nothing had worked. Everything had been set in stone, with Simon meant to stand right next to his mother.

Simon took a few deep breaths, knowing what he had to do. If he didn’t, that kid would be crying over his ice cream forever, now wouldn’t he? Every step felt heavy as he made his way into the correct position. He could hardly bear to look at his mother’s face one last time. It was a face that he could never forget. One stricken with shock and fear, but with an unmistakable look of acceptance.

“You were right, mom. Zion Canyon was…incredible.”

And so, Simon resumed time once more.

#writing #short story #i hope you guys enjoy it #its an idea thats been in my head for a minute

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miscfandomgifimagines · 1 year

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Showering with Lyle (Gym buddy edition) 18+

Someone asked for the shower scenes following my first headcanon for gym buddy Lyle I think it was @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed ? As I said in my first my headcanon, my piece was inspired by @xandy-toady and their works (please go check them out they are awesome). Gif was taken by @deactivated173845 Also I wrote this high so if there’s bad punctuation/ spelling just let me know and I will fix it when I’m sober

Contains mature themes so anyone under 18 DNI

* For as eager as Lyle is to see you naked, when you get to the bathroom he sets you down and lets you undress at your own pace. That doesn’t mean he won’t stare while you do it though

* You were still a bit flustered from being picked up like you weighed nothing (man’s stacked what can I say?). “Can you turn the water on already?” You ask trying to distract him a bit to catch your bearings.

* “Alright, but you gotta tell me if the water temp is okay.” He seems to catch the hint so instead of oogling you he starts to undress himself. He takes a giant hand and turns the knob of the shower to turn it on. Just by the position you know the waters going to be freezing.

* You take off your pants first and spend some time staring at him instead. “You’re going to need to make it warmer than that. I don’t like cold showers.” His tail sways to the side and he adjusts the temperature a bit more, sticking his hand under the water to feel the temp.

* “More” you instruct as you take off your final garments. Lyle shakes his head but turns the water up more. “Greedy are we? No wonder why everyone complains about not having hot water.” He turns his head to see you and his breath catches.

* There you were in front of him with nothing to cover your body from his eyes. It had been a hot minute since he’s seen anyone naked, let alone someone as attractive as you. He knew you were smoking but you hid under baggy clothes most of the time and he was not expecting you to be so fine.

* He turns to face you fully, gesturing his arm towards the shower spray. “Ladies first” he gives you a smirk. It was your turn to gawk at him and you were taken by surprise. To say that he was huge was an understatement, he was *very well-defined*. Without all his clothes in the way, you could see why he flexes in front of the mirror. He was hot as hell.

* From his big biceps all the way to his calves there was so much muscle and all you wanted to do was run your hands over them. Even his dick was huge and you wondered for a minute if you got yourself into trouble by asking him to join you.

* Lyle startled you out of your thoughts, “I don’t know how much longer we’ll have hot water if you keep staring like that.” Your face heats up and you pad your way over to the water, sticking your hand out to check if it was warm enough. Lyle watched you as he leaned casually against the wall.

* He was trying so hard to suppress his lust so he wouldn’t pop a boner and scare you off. He wanted you so bad but could also tell that if he lined you up with his dick it would go past your belly button and then some. He wanted to make sure you had an out if you needed one.

* You step under the water fully and let out a big sigh of relief when the hot water touched your sore back. Lyle sent you a smile as he maneuvered himself under the water too. “Let me know if I’m crowding you alright?” You were at a loss for words with his dick being damn near face level so you just nodded.

* You tilt your head back and let the water run over your scalp as Lyle clears his throat. “I don’t want to rush you, but I want you so bad.” You look up at him and he looks torn and you get your courage back from earlier.

* “Why don’t you come down closer?” You ask, motioning him to kneel down. He does as you ask with no hesitation and he settles in on his knees. He was still taller than you at half his height but it wasn’t a problem for you. In fact, you found it quite hot.

* You grab one of his big hands and guide it toward your body placing it against your waist. You reach for the other one and bring it to your chest, splaying his fingers out to cover as much skin as possible. His hands are calloused but he’s gentle as he runs his hands along your skin. You bring your own hands up to his face and cradle him. His eyes flutter shut and his tail darts around you to wrap around the back of your thighs.

* You reach up to touch his face and remember just how tiny you are compared to him. One hand traces the tiny white dots covering his face and your other hand lands on his pec. His eyes open and he runs his fingers over your nipples, leaning down as he places a kiss on the top of your shoulder. The hand holding your waist goes around you and cups your ass pushing you into him further. Lyle was doing his best to be gentle and went slowly to avoid scaring you off.

* You move closer to him and while he’s distracted you take the chance to give his right nipple a tug with your fingers. Lyle jerks under your hands and you feel a breathy laugh against your neck. “Was that really necessary Short Stack?” You give him a quick peck on the side of his face, “I just wanted to see how you would react is all.” You feign innocence and feel his hand tighten on your ass.

* Lyle nuzzles your shoulder again but this time he opens his mouth and bites down playfully. When you moan and bring your hand up to his cheek he pulls away and whispers smugly “I just wanted to see how you would react.” Before you can sass back he lifts you up and lowers his head slightly to reach your chest. At first, it’s gentle kisses, but then it grows heavy and his hands are everywhere at once. It was honestly a bit over stimulating but you could hardly complain about how good it felt.

* A soft bite around your nipple pulls your attention into focus again as a loud moan leaves your throat. “Damn you make some cute noises.” As an act of retaliation, your hand lifts up and tugs on the tip of his ear which almost causes him to drop you. You think for a second that maybe you hurt him but then you see his mouth lift in the corners with a sly smile. “Is this how you’re going to be for our first? Feisty, I like it.”

* You each trade kisses with each other along with a few pinches and tugs here and there which cause both of you to moan into the other's mouth. At one point after a nice hard tug to his other ear he grinds you down onto his hard cock and you gasp in surprise. “Already? I haven’t even put it in yet” He teases and slides your body against himself again. You send a flustered smack to his forehead and he just laughs and squeezes you tighter in his hands.

* He arranges the both of you so his back is against the wall and straightens his legs out causing you to wind up in the cowgirl position resting above his dick. You don’t know where it comes from but you tell Lyle to give you his Queue and he complies, throwing the braid over the front of his shoulder. You grasp the braid lightly, inching your fingers lower as Lyle pulls your hips down harder into himself.

* You wind up a few inches above the tendrils covered by his braid. You look up and Lyle watches you with hazy eyes, not seeming to care that you were almost touching a major part of his biology. With Lyle still grinding into you, you hold the Queue in one hand and tilt it upward to look at the wiggling mass. You knew the purpose of the tendrils and what would usually happen if connected to another Pandoran species. Out of curiousness, you bring your other hand closer and let the pink limbs wrap around your fingers.

* Lyle’s eyes squeeze shut and his fingers are gripping your sides hard enough to bruise them. His mouth falls open and he lets out something that sounds oddly like a purr. One of his big hands goes up to your face, his thumb resting on your cheek while his other fingers wrap around the back of your head. His eyes open and the way he looks at you sends a shiver down your spine. “Short Stack, whatever you’re doing- keep doing it. Fuck you feel so good.” You gently start rubbing your fingers against the tendrils and Lyle immediately starts purring again with sharp breaths and deep grunts mixed in with it.

* You removed your fingers and position the queue to meet up with your nipple, or at least that’s what you planned to do before someone opens the door. Before you can turn your head to see who it is you just hear a chorus of: “Lyle what is taking- Y/n?!” You knew there were at least three of the other recoms by the mixture of voices you heard. Your hands fly up to cover your chest (even though your back is facing them) and Lyle snaps out of his hazy grinding fast enough to give you whiplash.

* He pulls you tight against his chest, using his large hands to cover most of your naked body, and lets out the loudest hiss you have ever heard. Lyle reaches out to his side and grabs the first bottle he can, chucking it against someone’s face judging by the sound of the impact. “Damn- Okay! Jeez! Sorry!” You hear the door slam shut and feel an immediate sense of relief. Lyle lets you slide away from his chest and makes eye contact with you. “I won’t let any of them bug you about this, they say anything and they’re dead.” You put your hand on his pec, feeling his strong heartbeat under your palm. “Well with the hell of a reaction you had, they might not say anything.” You send a hand up to gently slap his cheek and it breaks him out of his seriousness.

* “You just like hitting me don’t you Short Stack?” He grabs your wrist, tugging it to his mouth where he not so gently bites your forearm. He didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood but there’s definitely a Lyle-sized bite mark staying the night. He grabs his Queue with one hand and holds it up, a smirk on his face. “Now what exactly were you planning to do with this I wonder?“ You act confused “Hmm I can’t seem to remember. What a shame.”

* His confidence falters for a minute and he gets a knot in his stomach. Lyle starts thinking to himself ‘Shit, what if she got weirded out by the hair thing? Damn, I don’t want to-‘ and he’s suddenly shaken out of his thoughts by a warm tingling sensation taking over his whole body. He looks down and sees you holding the Queue to your breast and letting the tentacles wrap themselves around your nipple.

* Yeah, Lyle was *definitely* a tits man. He feels his chest begin to vibrate and realizes that he’s purring again. It was a weird sensation and it made him feel a bit self-conscious, but when he heard your little giggles he didn’t give a damn. He reaches one of his hands down to your pussy and feels around gently for your clit. When you gave a little shiver Lyle realized he found what he was looking for and started rubbing slow circles into it.

* He watches as your mouth falls open and brings his free hand up, resting a large thumb against your lips. You made eye contact as you wrapped your lips around his thumb. Lyle’s tail was swinging wildly back and forth on the ground and he was honestly surprised he could even feel it at all with how much pleasure was shooting through his body. Before this, he never gave a damn about the stupid braid on the back of his head but now? He is sending mental thank yous to every god he can think of. He could feel each individual tendril move around your nipple and it was driving him crazy. The only thing he could remotely compare the sensation to was an orgasm but it was happening all over his spine and he could feel the tingling all the way down to his fingertips.

* Just as he’s about to speak he hears a loud pounding against the door. “Lyle,” He can hear the Colonel on the other side of the door. “I understand you may be busy at the moment but duty calls and I need you out in 5” He lets out a frustrated groan, his ears slanting back. He looks down at you with a frown.

* You were flustered once again, but this time you were also pretty damn horny and you mentally cursed out Quaritch in your head. You gently detach Lyle’s Queue from your skin and let out an exasperated sigh. Lyle follows your actions and gently places you back on your feet. He pushes himself against the wall to stand up while turning off the water. He grabbed each of you a towel and holds yours out to him. “Just so we’re clear, this is so not over.” You put a hand on your hip and say “Yeah no shit, I’m not done with you yet. Let's meet again tonight during lights out.” Lyle nods, “Sounds good to me”

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orchidscurse · 6 months

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Ep. 03 of coffee & film is finally here - I have worked on this one for ages. Today also marks 30 years since Riv passed away, so it seemed fitting to release it at this time. 🤍

#i have put my heart and soul into this one #i hope you guys enjoy it #you can take your time between each film and let it ruminate #it's a long one 😆#Spotify #coffee & film #podcast #river phoenix #my own private idaho #mopi #stand by me #running on empty #film #movies

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graveyardgremlins · 7 months

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Chapter Nine of two slow dancers, last ones out has just been posted on ao3.

Summary: In Danny's desperation to help others, he finds himself involved with yet another vigilante. A ghost that does not behave like a ghost. This time, it may cost his anonymity and the protection it brought to the Infinite Realms. While he attempts to help the ghost, he will have to face his shortcomings and face his longest-standing rival one last time. And maybe save the universe in the process.

Jason doesn't know how to cope with being a Ghost. So he decides that the healthiest thing he can do is to focus on his new crush. He is wrong. Obviously.

Here are the trigger warnings for chapter 9: suicidal ideation, mentioned self-harm, mentioned suicide, mentioned drug abuse/overdose, intrusive thoughts, implied addiction, unhealthy copying mechanisms, dissociation, anger issues, and PTSD.

Click here to read.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dead on main #fanfic #jason todd #danny fenton #dp x dc fanfic #dead on main ship #fanfic writing #tsdloo #personally I love this chapter #I hope you guys enjoy it

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hebuiltfive · 1 year

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Hope was a Fragile Little Thing

I don't know if I need to tag it as such, but spoilers for the last season of Thunderbirds Are Go.

This was just a short piece that I thought up whilst I was listening to Bigger Than The Whole Sky, by Taylor Swift.

"I've got a lot to pine about; I've got a lot to live without; I'm never gonna meet; what could've been, would've been, what should have been you" got me thinking about how Jeff would have probably had doubts that he'd ever see his boys again, and that he would never see them continue to grow, especially his baby boy.

Thus, this drabble was born. It was written quickly, and comes in at just over 1,000 words, but I thought I'd share it anyway.

I hope you enjoy reading it. I'm sorry for any pain, and I refuse to take responsibility for any heartbreak caused. <3

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It was cold out here, wherever here was.

He still wasn’t sure that this place wasn’t some kind of purgatory, that he was wrong in thinking that the blast from the explosion had sent him spiralling off into the depths of space, and that he was actually waiting to be judged by a higher power, whoever that might have been. Jeff Tracy wasn’t sure which outcome he would have preferred. Was that something to worry about? He didn’t know. All he knew was that it was so much colder than he could ever have expected.

After a few days inspecting the wreck, Jeff decided that he had indeed been flung out into space and that this wasn’t purgatory. At least, not in the biblical sense. He still wasn’t sure whether that was something to ponder on, or where he’d ended up. Apart from the cold, all he knew now was that he was far from home. From his family. His boys. The capsule in which he’d unwittingly ridden out here had plenty of rations that he could live on. For a while. When they ran out, he’d have to think up something else. His suit would protect him from the elements. Brains always built equipment to last. He could survive. That was the easy part.

Learning to live, however… That would be tricky.

For the first few months, Jeff grieved, not to dissimilar to the way his family were no doubt grieving his loss. Did they even know he was alive? He couldn’t bare to think about it. His mother would have been broken. His sons… They’d already lost one parent, and now he’d left them essentially orphaned. God, he hoped they knew he was still alive, if only so they wouldn’t have to grieve his (not-actual) death. He had hope that they’d find him, but despite what he had instilled in his boys, what he told the rescuees whenever he was on a mission, Jeff knew that hope was a fragile little thing. If they found a way to find him, they’d come. He knew that. Until then, he was alone.

So desperately alone.

Jeff tried to commit his son’s faces to memory, drew the island upon which their rescue service was built. It almost seemed ironic, how he was the one in need to rescuing now. Jeff refused to give up, however. Hope may have been fragile, but he would use each and every day trying to find a way back to his family. He would tinker with what was left of the Zero X. He would explore the rock which he was cast upon. Jeff Tracy would fight tooth and nail to get home, to get back to his family.

With only the thought of his boys to keep him going, he eventually passed the one year mark. One year of being trapped in a desolate part of deep space, with no way of reaching out to anyone. He had tried, and he would keep trying, but the odds of some ship flying in deep space picking up his signals were slim to none. Jeff Tracy had learnt to live with those odds. He had made peace with it. Yet his mind would constantly torture him by wondering what his boys had become, and about how his family had coped after so long without him. Jeff never had any doubts that they would thrive. The Tracy family fought hardships and continued regardless of the situation. That ethic was what helped International Rescue thrive.

International Rescue.

His sixth child, so to speak.

Was it still operational, or would the family shut down the service? Jeff found himself hoping for the former, and not because it helped keep that hope that they’d find him one day. He had built that organisation up so it could outlive him, even if he had banked on his demise being a fair few more years down the line that what it had been. Life never was fair like that. His boys were experienced enough to carry the torch now, his youngest fast approaching the rest of his brothers once he’d finished school.

Alan had always held a special place in Jeff’s heart, and whilst Jeff thought of all the boys everyday, it was Alan he found himself crying for. It was Alan he missed the most, because it was Alan’s adolescence that he would be missing out on. Jeff had watched each of his boys grow up and become the remarkable men that they were. Alan would be the only one he’d miss out on, and the thought of him not being able to see what would become of youngest broke his heart.

He had hopes and dreams for all of his boys. Though he wasn’t a religious man, Jeff found himself praying, to whoever would listen, that those wishes would come true for them. He hoped that Gordon would go on to win many Olympic golds in swimming one day. He hoped that Virgil’s art would hang in some prestigious art gallery somewhere. He hoped that John would help Alan realise his dreams of becoming an astronaut once he’d finished his schooling, and as for his eldest, Jeff just hoped that Scott wouldn’t ever blame himself for what had happened. Scott deserved more than that. He deserved to be happy.

As the days passed, and Jeff continued to try and make sense of time in the vastness of nothing, the bright, burning flame of hope began to dim. It never quite extinguished, but Jeff began to accept the brutal truth; that he’d probably never see his home again, that he’d never know if any of his dreams and wishes that he’d granted his boys had come true.

It was just another routine supplies run. He’d left his make-shift base for five minutes. He had to start thinking about getting off this rock before it disintegrated. Jeff wasn’t sure how he’d get off it, or where he would go, but he returned to find a familiar figure. Falling fast. He had no time to acknowledge how quickly that flame of hope reignited with fervour. Jeff wasn’t even sure if he was hallucinating. He’d done his best to stop himself from going mad whilst stuck out here alone, but time flies even when you’re not having fun, and perhaps it wasn’t who he thought it was. Perhaps he’d finally cracked. Perhaps the blue and grey helmeted silhouette, so similar to his own uniform that he still wore, wasn't real.

It didn’t stop him, though. His years of training kicked in and, working on autopilot, Jeff was running, and jumping, and catching… Scott. His boy.

He was real.

He was here.

“I’ve got you, son.”

He was saved.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #thunderfam #this is my first time posting any kind of fiction so i'm nervous #i hope you guys enjoy it #jeff tracy #five fics

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Summary: In which Squirrel and Gawain take care of a stubborn and badly injured Lancelot while making their way to the Fey camp. Along the way, Lancelot begins his path of healing and redemption. Takes place immediately after 1x10.

Tagging: @orithil, @dinosaurswant2rule, @wonderwhump, @waitingforrescue, @disappearinginq, @deepwoundsandfadedscars, @sowhumpful, @aarkose, @shadow-warren-whump, @theladyoffangorn, @jo-castle, @whumpappreciation, @whumpypepsigal, @whumpthencomfort, @jane--thors, @witchy-ace-of-hearts, @whumpwhumpwhumpwhump, @bauqui, @classicwhump, @nessadb2, @99point9percentwhump, @whumper-butterfly, @cosmicwanda

#ace writes stuff #my writing #whump #cursed #cursed netflix #the weeping monk #gawain #squirrel #fanfics #mod post #lancewain #my cursed fanfic #did i make this banner in 3 seconds just because i wanted something for this post??#maybe.....#btw i am TERRIFIED about posting this #i hope you guys enjoy it #i really do

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cj-the-human-disaster · 2 months

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It's time for a Ball, B*tches! And it's gonna be a fun one

#Like seriously its gonna be so much fun #I'm really happy with how this turned out #I hope you guys enjoy it #the gilded age #the gilded age hbo #gladys x jack #jack x gladys #gladys russell #jack trotter #marian brook #larry russell #bertha russell #george russell #larry x marian

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saintofthepaint · 1 year

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Sooooo,,,happy for everyone that gets to hear hozier's new ep before me

#idc it shouldve been me #no but fr how is it #i hope you guys enjoy it #hozier #eat your young

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lalalenii · 9 months

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Seit der Explosion auf dem Schrottplatz sind einige Wochen vergangen und Justus, Peter und Bob werden von ihrem Alltag, ihren eigenen allzu unterschiedlichen Leben eingeholt. Um ihre neu gewonnene Verbindung aufrecht zu erhalten, forciert Bob ein weiteres Treffen. Doch außerhalb eines Falles, ohne Ermittlungen, die ihnen den Deckmantel des Teams, das sie einst waren verleiht, stellt sich schnell heraus, das nichts mehr so ist wie früher.

Zwanzig Jahre gehen eben nicht spurlos vorbei. 5.555 words | Part V of Interludes (this was not planned)

it's done!!!!

#I hope you guys enjoy it #writing a fight scene was so tough for me #I hope it didn't get doc but I feel pretty good about it #leni writes #die drei fragezeichen #rocky beach eine interpretation

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honeyedlashton · 1 year

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Santa Baby

by Honeyedlashton ~6.6k

Bottom!Luke Hemmings/Top!Ashton Irwin One Shot

Porn with plot, daddy kink, voyeurism (kind of)

“Hello, Santa, baby. What's your name?” The glittering blonde asked like he hadn’t just used it before the break ended. Luke fixed his heavenly gaze on Ashton once again and the man felt his body warm—probably the stage lights. “For the audience.”

“Ashton.”

“Ashton!” Luke’s perfectly colored lips formed the name the way he imagined a beautiful model would eat an ice cream cone. “Isn't Ashton handsome, everyone? Give him a round of applause if you find him as scrumptious as I do!”

The audience roared to life again. “Ashton, baby, are you familiar with the concept of the game, ‘Christmas Catalog?’” Luke's warm hand rubbed his shoulder blades over the velvet Santa coat.

“I can't say that I am, Lukey. Mind tellin’ me?”

“Well, it's a pretty simple game. I show you all sorts of prizes from various price ranges, and you have to guess what the sum total of everything is.” Luke’s sweet explanation was like the cooing of a dove. He swore he could see the little fake wings flutter a little. Like a giggle, that winning grin curving across glossy lips.

“That seems easy enough to understand. Even for a guy like me…”

Ashton is on his dream game show at Christmas time, and the grand prize is better than he even thought it would be…

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Snapshots Of Summer- Fireflies

Alright the next chapter of Snapshots! This time based on the fireflies pictures. I thought it was an adorable picture and wanted to do that one next.

Next one might not be a cannon picture, but an idea I have. We'll see.

Word Count: 1K

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Summer time, before school started and Luz had to spend most of her time away, meant that standard human time traditions had to be done. That’s at least what Luz had decided, and none of them had really protested it.

Gus had personally taken each new experience as a research opportunity, and Willow’s recent photography habit had her hooked to the point she carried the camera with her everywhere now.

Luz had been giddy about something all day, refusing to let anyone other than her mother know what the plan was. She’d just smile, and promise them they’d see later.

The only thing they’d gotten was that Vee had seen her collecting some jars, while Willow heard her muttering something about nets.

They didn’t have to wait terribly long to uncover the mystery though.

The closer to night it got the more excited Luz seemed to get. She’d been fidgety during dinner, and had started gathering the jars up around sunset, seeming to go over the number of them again and again. When the sky had been dark for about an hour Luz was glued to the window looking out and like she was waiting for something.

Everyone but Camila was keeping an eye on her, but had settled by the fact that Camila hadn’t done anything beyond laugh at her excitement.

She cheered when she finally caught sight of whatever she’d been waiting for. The noise had startled the other kids, breaking the peace that had settled over the house.

Vee accidentally smacked Amity’s feet with her tail when she jerked from the surprise, while Gus startled hard enough to drop the book he’d been reading.

“Oops. Sorry guys!” Luz looked sheepish, rubbing at the back of her head as the others looked at her. “But it’s time!”

“Time for what?” Willow asked just as Luz dashed back to collect her jars. Willow frowned a bit before rolling her eyes with a smile as she heard Gus and Amity snickering.

“It’s time for fireflies!” Luz had the jars precariously balanced in her arms, her mother holding the ones that would’ve fallen if Luz had tried to take them.

“Fireflies?” Amity’s brow furrows “The Human Realm has something like that here?”

“They’re not like the bees back in the Isles.” Luz amends, shifting the jars for a better hold “They’re also called lightning bugs in some places, but we call them fireflies out here. You guys have got to come out to see them!”

They all head out towards the backyard, Luz leading the way while Camila trails behind them.

Once they were all outside, the kids stood there taking in awe at the sight that awaited them. All around them were flying, flickering lights that certainly did look like flying embers.

“These are fireflies?” Vee askes, following a few with on their path as they blinked in and out of sight.

“They are.” Camila’s voice is warm as she takes in the awed expressions on the kids “They only come out during summer before leaving.”

“And we’re going to catch some!” Luz starts handing out jars, one to each person. “It’s something I used to do all the time as a kid. I thought you guys might like to try.”

“Catch them?” Amity eyes her own jar warily. “How do we catch them?”

“And is it safe?” Gus’ grip on his jar is tentative, and he looks the least excited at the prospect of actually catching the bugs.

“It’s perfectly safe Gus.” Luz unscrews the cap of the jar she’s still holding, waiting a moment before a few fireflies drift into her range before cupping them into the jar and putting the lid back on. “And this is how you catch them!”

“We just use the jars?” Willow asks, a grin growing on her face as she looks over the open space.

“You can use your hands to catch them. It’s just a little hard to keep them in the jar.” Luz shrugged, before unscrewing her jar and shaking it just a bit to help encourage the bugs to leave. “Once we’re done we’ll let them back out.”

She looked at her friends and waved hand out toward the yard, giving an encouraging smile “Well what are you guys waiting for? Come on!”

Willow was the first out to try to collect the bugs, followed in quick order by Hunter and Vee while Amity came at a more controlled pace. Gus lingered before taking tentative steps out into the yard.

It took a while for anyone to get enough fireflies to count as a ‘full’ jar. The fear of the bugs possibly still being literal fire made even the bravest of them hesitate and flinch back before they could catch more than one or two at a time.

It was Hunter who first got enough to really have a jar that glowed, stealing his nerves and carrying through when a good number of them flew in front of him.

He stared in awe of his jar, crouching down closer to the ground and just watching insects floating around in the jar.

Luz came up behind him, leaning over and looking at the jar as well. “Nice job Hunter.”

“They look like little light glyphs.” Hunter’s voice is quiet, eyes still wide as he stares.

“Yeah, they kinda of do!” Luz’s grin is wide on her face, and that’s when Willow manages to catch them.

She quietly picks up her camera, and snaps a quick picture of the scene. When it develops, she laughs a little, attracting waving Amity over to share. She’d been so focused on Luz and Hunter she’d managed to miss Gus in the background.

Amity giggled as well, looking up and watching as Luz and Hunter helped Gus overcome his nerves to catch his own jar of fireflies.

Later they’d all let the captured bugs out of their jars, watching them all fly back up and away. They had all agreed that it was a fun experience, and they were excited to see what other fun ‘traditions’ Luz and Camila were going to share with them.

#Toh #The owl house #toh season 3 #toh spoilers #toh luz #toh hunter #luz noceda #hunter noceda #Those are the main two really #but the others are mentioned #writings #I hope you guys enjoy it

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